“My feet are the only thing I stand on. Hand walking is not in my
repertoire.”

“You know what I meant, Ter. Besides,” Alfie smirked, “technically you
do walk on your hands at times.”

“True, we both do.” Terry moved Alfie’s foot out of his lap, stood and
stretched. “You cooking or are we going the delivery route again?”

“Delivery. Cooking is not in my game plan at the moment.” Alfie wriggled
his feet, sighed contentedly, and said, “I hope we get find out something soon.
I’m not really cut out to be a clerk in dollar store.”

Terry smiled in commiseration. “Just keep your eyes open and your mouth
shut. We know that Knox is using his shop as a conduit for stolen goods; we
just have to prove it.”

“Yes, oh lord and master. Your wish and all that. Did you get anything
more out of our client?”

“Other than pissing and moaning that Knox set him up? Not ace, duce.”

Alfie smiled tightly. “It’s not as if Dember would actually end up
spending any time in prison all things considered. But I get that he’d rather
not be inside even for a few hours if he can help it. I’m surprised he even
stuck around to try to clear his name.”

“He told me today that he wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been ordered to.”
Terry opened his cell, looking questioningly at his partner.

“Anything that doesn’t involve salad and I’m good. Leafy green is not
me.”

“No shit.” Terry scrolled through the list of delivery restaurants,
nodded, and made the call to order their dinner.

Devin, who has
become increasingly erratic in the last two months, just split up with Gary,
his lover of three years. Vanni, a habitué of the gay clubs, makes extra
spending money on his knees in the club johns. Is one of these men the killer?
Or will one of them instead become the killer's next target?

Detective
Hollis Robbins is in charge of the case. He intends to stop the killer, if he
can.

When the killer strikes
again the four men's lives intertwine as the search for the murderer
intensifies. Will the attraction that two of them begin to feel for each other
survive the hunt? Do they have the strength to continue on after tragedy
strikes and teaches them that love can be bittersweet?

Excerpt:

"Hey,
where you headed now?"

Gary
looked over his shoulder and gave a hint of a smile. "Nowhere, everywhere.
Hell if I know. Just away from here."

Gary
glanced down at the hand then up at Devin again. "Dance? That does nothing
for me."

"So
we do something else." Devin let his hand drop down to his side again. He
was tempted to just turn and go back to the dance floor. To find someone else
and sate his need to wipe away the last month. But… He bit his lip. "Come
on, just one dance?"

"What
would that accomplish? It's over, done, finito. No more games, Devin. You've
changed and it's… not working anymore." With that said, Gary walked
quickly out of the club.

Devin
watched him go and felt empty inside. When someone touched his shoulder he spun
around then smiled bitterly. "If you're here to watch the meltdown it's
not happening."

Vanni
chuckled softly. "Of course it's not. He's not worth it. Come, let me help
you forget him." He held out his hand and Devin took it.

The
lights, the mass of humanity on the dance floor, the throb of the music, all
began to work their magic and soon Devin was lost in a world beyond reality. Faces
spun by until they blurred into one, known and unfamiliar at the same moment.
Hot bodies, lathered in sweat, glistened eerily under the flashing lights as
they moved chaotically to the sounds of frenetic instruments.

Vanni
held him tightly while he wove an erotic spell around Devin that only
heightened the other sensations. Desire swelled within him just as his cock
swelled beneath the tightness of his jeans. He needed… he needed…

"No!"
Devin broke free, his eyes wild. They glistened green and red and gold as the
multi-colored pulsating beams flashed over them.

"Devin!"
Vanni said sharply.

"I
can't… I need…" Devin spun around to thread his way erratically through
the whirling bodies to the door. As he got to the door he glanced back to see
Vanni watching him, his face devoid of emotion before he turned away.

Probably looking for the next man willing to dance with him, Devin thought in disgust.